Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.